Chapter Fifty-Seven.
FOUR YEARS LATER.
I sat out on the lawn in front of our home on one of the white garden chairs. I was watching Sebastian with our son Hunter playing on the grass. The air was filled with laughter and giggles coming from them both. Hunter was everything we hoped for, he had deep olive skin just lighter than his fathers, dark curly hair on top of his head and he mirrored us both with one deep blue eye and one silver, like me. But he was a daddy’s boy for sure, he was Sebastians little shadow. At four years old he was already very independent. Maybe that was the little wolf in him, not that he could change yet.
“Come on, no more playing, it’s time to get ready to go see nanny and pop,” I called to the boys.
They both stopped in their tracks and stared at me for a co
